[Balin glances behind him to look over at Wes—initially a little surprised, but he gets over it quickly. He looks more annoyed with the whole situation today than anything.]

Sorta. Fill 'em with enough lead in'a right spots an'ey're down for'a count.

[Balin finishes reloading and loads a fresh round into the chamber with a brisk pump of the forend, sending a spent casing bouncing off the nearby tree.]

It'd be easier if I had my usual firepower, though. I keep havin'a go back to'a hardware store just to get more ammo.